My wife and I went out for happy hour last night at the local Mexican place. After we weaved back home I put on a movie I have been hearing about since I listened to the/film podcast last summer. I drifted in and out of this movie in an alcoholic haze, while my wife yelled at me throughout the movie, "are you awake."
But let the people speak:
Step Up 2 has only a few points of correlation with its predecessor. It’s also probably the single most racist movie that will be released by any major American studio in the first 10 years of the twenty-first century
With a script cut-and-pasted from every other dance movie, this film is shockingly corny.
Completely predictable.
Somehow Streets is even more loathsome than its predecessor...offers gaudy choreography more reminiscent of a Kenny Ortega masturbation session than awe-inspiring foot magic.
Evigan might have an attractive midriff, but she sometimes starts to give a William Shatner-like delivery of lines with odd pauses and exaggerations.
98 magical minutes.
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